I pull away from the curb and continue the short distance to my place. Driving by the front, I see the light that’s on at my place is the living room light. That’s a good thing. As much as I fully intend to get Steph naked tonight, I want to have that official talk first.
I drive around the corner and enter the alley and hit the garage door opener. I’m suddenly a little nervous. I’m sure she wants this to be an official relationship. Steph isn’t the type of girl to do the bed-buddy thing, and that’s not my thing either.
What makes me nervous is how badly I want it. I want it bad. Worse than I’ve ever wanted anything from a girl.
I wonder, as I get out of the car and walk around and pull my bag from the trunk, if other guys feel this with every new relationship. I wonder why I’m only feeling it with her and never felt it with Lizzie. Am I a late bloomer at this, or is it different with Stephanie because she’s the one?
As I inwardly chastise myself for once again being a giant vagina, the door that leads from the garage to the kitchen opens. I glance up and freeze. Stephanie is standing in the doorway. Her shiny golden brown hair is in pigtails with soft blue ribbons. She’s wearing what has to be her Catholic high school uniform. Blue-and-gold tartan skirt, crisp white button-down shirt, knee-high blue socks.
“You said you would have killed to see me in my uniform…,” she says softly, and bites her bottom lip in a way that I somehow feel in my groin. “I knew I was holding on to this for a reason.”
“I’m pretty sure if you wore that to school…like that…you’d have been suspended,” I croak, and rake my eyes over her again.
The white shirt is rolled at the sleeves and unbuttoned enough that her cleavage and her white lace bra are showing. And it’s not tucked into the skirt but tied just under her boobs. The skirt is rolled at the waist so its hem falls barely below her ass instead of down at her knees where it’s supposed to be. The socks are pulled up, the way the nuns intended, but she’s wearing patent leather sky-high heels instead of schoolgirl loafers.
“Not suspended. Expelled,” she confirms. She hits the button to close the garage door behind me and slowly walks down the three steps into the garage. The open door behind her spills light into the dark garage and illuminates her from behind as she walks toward me.
I’ve still got my hand in the trunk of my SUV, reaching for my bag, but I’m frozen. She slides her tight little body between the car and me and leans forward, reaching in to pull my bag out. The effort causes the skirt to rise and reveal the round of her ass and the white lacy boy shorts covering it.
“Steph, I am going to fuck you right here in the garage,” I groan, feeling defeated because we need to talk, but, oh my God, she’s in a schoolgirl uniform!
As she starts to pull the bag out and straighten up, she takes a step back, her ass bumping right into my lap. My bag hits the concrete floor with a thump. She swivels her pretty little head to look back and up at me. Batting her eyelashes at me, which I notice have a thick and sexy but uncharacteristic coat of black mascara on them.
“Steph…I…”Think we should talkis the rest of the sentence that never makes it out of my mouth before she turns to face me and her lips cover mine.
I fucking love kissing her. It’s as amazing as I remember. Despite the schoolgirl Lolita thing happening on the outside, the kiss is just as gentle, almost timid, as I remember, and that makes me hornier than the mascara and the outfit.
“Steph…let’s talk for a second,” I pant out, to the dismay of my throbbing cock rubbing up again her thigh.
Her icy blue eyes flutter open and seem dark. I would think it was lust, but for a second her eyebrows knit together, indicating something less positive. I open my mouth to say something but she turns away from me. “Sure. Let’s talk inside. I just have to get your bag…”
She bends from the waist again and that perfect round ass with the virginal white lace undies is on full display. She arches her back a little and her ass bumps my hard cock and my brain and willpower implode. I grab her hips and pull her back as I push forward. She lets out a squeak that is more triumph than shock. I grunt and reach forward with my right arm around her tiny torso, my hand cups her left breast and I pull her to standing again and turn us both. In one quick motion we’re facing the open tailgate of my SUV and my left hand has moved from her hip, under that tiny skirt and into those lace boy shorts. I bite down on her neck while I push two fingers into her.
“Avery,” she sobs out my name, and braces herself on the car.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I grunt, and push my palm into the front of her pussy, making sure to rub her clit as I move my fingers in and out. “You must have had every boy in that fucking school jerking off before first period.”
She sobs out another breath.
“Were you wet like this in high school, knowing you got boys hot?” I murmur, and suck on her neck.
“Only you make me this wet,” she whispers back, and I feel a rush that goes straight to my dick. “God…I’m going to…come.”
“Not like this.” I pull my fingers from her.
She lets out a whimper and I spin her and grab her waist, lifting her up and throwing her back into the open trunk. Her skirt flies up and I grab a hold of her pretty white panties with one hand and yank them down her legs, which are dangling out of the trunk. I undo my belt with the other hand.
“You said you wanted to talk…,” Stephanie says softly as her hand wanders over her stomach, down her plaid skirt and through the downy short trail of hair…She’s touching herself…looking right at me and playing with herself. Fuck, I couldn’t form a sentence at this point if my life depended on it. I shove my pants and underwear down in one push and yank her toward me until her ass is dangling on the edge of the trunk bed. She stops playing with herself and reaches into her bra, pulling out a condom. “But I thought you might change your mind…”
I grab the condom from her hand and slide it on as she slowly slides her legs apart so I can step between them. I bite back a groan as I grab my cock in my hand and line it up with her opening. As soon as the tip disappears into her warmth, so does any self-restraint. I grab her hips and bury myself balls deep.
Chapter 21
Stephanie
If you’d told me two months ago—hell, two weeks ago—that I would be in my high school uniform lying in the trunk of Avery’s—hell, anyone’s—SUV having sex, I would have told you that you were insane. Of course, if you told me my options were to have sex with Avery in the trunk of his car or to tell him about my past addiction, I wouldn’t be so surprised with my current situation. I tend to do anything to avoid talking about my past with anyone, let alone someone I don’t want to lose.
Avery’s eyes are open but hooded with lust as he stares at my chest as it jiggles from the impact of his dick pumping in and out of me. I arch my back to make sure the view is perfect.
